Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
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It is now in the flow of being alive In Christ Jesus 12:15 PM Monday afternoon. The sun came out today, but it is 5 degrees outside/icy cold.

I left the house this morning to get money and then to get my haircut and beard trimmed. After I got groomed I to a nearby grocery store and got some food items. I am really not into eating. I have lost my appetite. Everything taste flat these days. I eat out of a habit. I am still losing weight. On the way home I stopped at a thrift store to look at used books. I found these used books today-

"The Cossacks/Happy Ever After/The Death Of Ivan Ilyich" by Tolstoy

"Fairy & Folk Tales of Ireland" Edited by W. B. Yeats

(Here in the living room I have these books by Yeats or about Yeats-

"The Permanence of Years" A brilliant collection of critical essays about the foremost poet of the century Editors James Hall & Martin Steinmann

"Years: The Man And The Masks" biography by Richard Ellmann

"Selected Poems And Two Plays of William Butler Yeats" Edited And Introduction By M. L. Rosenthall

"Yeats" literary study by Harold Bloom

"Essays And Introductions" by W. B. Yeats)

"A Natural History Of The Senses" by Diane Ackerman

"The Wife" a novel by Meg Wolitzer (I have two other novels by Wolitzer in our library, "The Interestings" and "The Position".)

While at this thrift store I ran into someone we know from our days at Messiah Independent Reformed Church. Well we know the fellow's parents. The fellow's name is Charles and he spends a lot of time living in Poland with his Polish girlfriend. Charles was here in the States to get some medical attention and check up on his rental properties (Charles had his Polish girlfriend with him at the thrift store. She was a real beauty.). We talked for awhile and then we went our separate ways. I told Charles to tell his parents "God bless" from us/the Keens.

When I got home from my wanderings I ate lunch and wrote in my paper diary. To be honest I feel restless, but there is no where to go in this cold dead world. I need to sit myself down and count my blessings one by one.
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